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 1   T-I|   cries of my people rose,~and grieving hands beat on naked breasts.~
 2   T-I|    tears.~Yet my heart, though grieving at my own disaster,~has
 3 T-III| country of my punishment,~only grieving pleases, there’s no less
 4 T-III|        to me always.~I saw you grieving for my fate, with such a
 5  T-IV|  lessens sorrow, and eases the grieving heart.~All can be lessened
 6   T-V|       as he laments that time,~grieving it was not prevented by
 7  ExII|  embrace, consoled me as I lay grieving,~and mingled his tears endlessly
 8  ExII|  spices over your cold breast.~Grieving, he mingled falling tears
 9   ExI|        I call your solace of a grieving mind great service,~when
10  ExIV| learned to you:~I suspect your grieving is already over, if not~
11   Ind|       IV:1-50 Priam his father grieving at his death.~Book TV.XIV: